You see, this outdated MIMR, along with recycled resources from the junkyard, is enough to effortlessly recreate the Legion's ancient technology and arm a group of scum into a formidable army.
Do you know how many such production lines are in the sky? Let me tell you, ORBIT PLANT, they are as countless as the stars in the sky! You can't even count them all!
The company, quite literally, can crush your civilization into dust, leaving not a single trace!
With such an absolute power gap, why do the strong need to treat the weak with equality, respect, and peaceful coexistence?
If it were you, would you coexist with the meat on your plate? Would you have an equal dialogue with the insects under your feet?"
Ludwig was silent for a moment,
"I can guess what the company's leaders will do, after all, according to your logic, the weak never had a choice anyway.
But, I can only say, if I were the one to win, I would choose to coexist with the weak."
Li Pan smiled,
